Chapter 501


    Chapter 501 Elvis’s Son


    ra has grown up in a ha rem since childhood, so she is definitely not an ordinary girl. She has a


    great vision. Honestly, she never noticed the pretty girls around Elvis. She must slowly enter his heart


    before she can share the glory with him.


    Elvis didn’te to her birthday party today, but sent his personal secretary Andrew here, which was


    already very good to her. ra was so happy. Men don’t like greedy women, so she just wants to be an


    easily satisfied woman. Now that Andrew said that Elvis had prepared a gift for her, ra’s heart was


    touched, and her eyes lit up. She gave him the sweet smile of a 20-year-old girl, asking. “Really? What


    present did Mr. Augustine prepare for me?” Andrew looked at ra in front of him, who was also 20


    years old. Andrew saw that person’s image in ra.


    In the past three years. ra had be more and more like that person. From the gesture of talking,


    every frown. every smile of hers was like that person’s sweet delicate smile. She really looked like that


    person, so much so that even Andrew felt a hit dizzy when he saw her.


    Three years passed like the tide, everything that happened that year was washed away by time, and


    that person seemed to disappear overnight from everyone’s sight.


    Everyone seems to have forgotten her.


    But it seems that she still lives in the depths of people’s memories.


    Her name has be taboo.


    “Wow.”


    Elvis prepared a birthday present for ra, and everyone quickly eximed their anticipation and


    excitement. What was this birthday present anyway?


    At this time. Andrew took two steps back. Behind him, two men dressed in ck stepped forward. They


    snapped their fingers, and the birthday party lights quickly went out.


    Everything was dark, and the scene was full of mysterious tension.


    At this time, a “pop” and another snap of fingers rang out, in the banquet hall a variety of fireworks


    exploded and fell like a meteor shower.


    In the end, all the fireworks were spelled with a capital C, and a princess tiara with the letter C


    appeared, with the meaning of wishing Princess ra a happy birthday.


    Elvis gave ra a magical, romantic fireworks disy like an idol movie and directly touched the girl’s


    heart. The fireworks disy had ended, and the lights in the banquet hall were turned on again.


    “Wow.”


    Those nobledies and stars couldn’t take it anymore, they covered their mouths with their hands,


    surrounding ra in envy and jealousy.


    “Princess ra, Mr. Augustine is so romantic, my heart is pounding.”


    “The only woman who can make Mr.Augustine celebrate her birthday like this is our Princess ra.”


    “Princess ra, you and Augustine will have good newsing soon, won’t you?”


    ra blushed, really didn’t expect that vis would give her a magical fireworks disy. Often those rich


    bosses. would give her jewels and diamonds, the Most Favored Princess had no shortage of these,


    and in her opinion, giving her jewels and diamonds is careless and perfunctory, no man’s taste.


    Now Fivis actually gave her a fireworks show in the pce. ra’s heart pounded, and she admitted


    that she loved Elvis with all her hear.


    Her vision wasn’t wrong. From the first time she’d seen Elvis three years ago, she’d known this man,


    from his blood, exuding elegance, and decency, having quite good taste, and being a delicate and


    seductive man


    ra wasn’tcent, the image she created for herself was a pure and charming little girl. She


    covered her red. face with her small hands, then gracefully looked at the people around her, saying,


    “Oh, you’re allughing at me, I don’t talk to you anymore.”


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    ra turned her back and ran away.


    Everyoneughed from behind: “Princess ra, where are you going? I think you left the birthday party


    to call President Augustine, haha.”


    ra left the banquet hall, she stood in the hallway, took out her cell phone, and dialed a familiarThis material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    number.


    The melodious cell phone rang for a while, then it was picked up, and a warm maic voice slowly


    came to her ear. “Hello”


    Elvis was on the other end of the line!


    ra pinched the phone, calling him in a sweet and gentle voice, “Mr. Augustine=”


    At this time, at the airport, a luxurious private jet slowlynded, with a golden letter A printed on the


    fusge.. This is Elvis’s private jet, and it is also the only symbol of his high status as the number one


    tycoon.


    There were a lot of people waiting. They wore green cards around their necks, and stood dignified and


    reverent at either end, all waiting for Elvis to get off the ne.


    Soon, Elvis’ tall and handsome body came into view. After three years, Elvis’s 360-degree handsome


    face without dead angles has be more perfect and has more depth. Every line of his handsome


    face looked like it had been meticulously polished by a painter, his sword-shaped eyebrows were


    delicate, thin lips slightly pursed. He was extremely handsome.


    It is said that time is a man’s most precious possession, and Elvis’s sharp edges and once


    pompousness have all been honed.


    Now 32 years old. Elvis has be an existence that no woman can refuse, he has entered the


    dreams of famousdies for countless nights.


    Today Elvis wears a handcrafted ck suit with a thin ck wool coat. He slowly descended into the


    cabin, his gestures and postures both dignified.


    As he got off the ne he held a cell phone in one hand, Peterson strode out after him, his steps


    resounding and powerful, having his own aura, his long legs in ck pants cutting like a de, each


    step pulled into an elongated


    arc.


    At this moment, ra’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “Mr. Augustine-”


    Elvis’s footsteps suddenly stopped


    Mr. Augustine sounds familiar.


    Mr. Augustine. That sweet, gentle, and delicate voice used to be his favorite.


    Elvis stopped abruptly, and everyone at the scene panicked, quickly waiting for a storm.


    At this time, Peterson stepped forward and asked, “Young master, what’s wrong?”


    Elvis’ handsome face didn’t show any wavering he gently closed his beautiful eyes, replying. “Nothing.”


    He took his cell phone out of the airport, entered the hall, and said to ra at the other end, “Did you


    get your birthday present?”


    “Yes, Mr. Augustine, thank you for your fireworks show. I really like it. It’s a courtesy. I’ve prepared a gift


    for Little Prince Augustine as well. He’ll definitely like it.”